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I've been following a pair of Hooded Crows living on my roof for awhile now, and on a rainy morning recently I heard them launch southward with 6 or 7 voices following them. As the rain let down a bit and the sun peeked through the clouds, I followed their distant cawing. As I approached down a side street, they came to greet me. They circled...

As discussed previously, Crows and Ravens (and sometimes magpies too) have been a consistent source of spiritual focus throughout history. Here, I wish to explore a few ways in which they have been seen as fortune tellers, farseers, and omens across Native American, Druid, and Tibetan culture....

"The Remains of Winter" by Polish photographer Obscured By Light documents local corvids killed by the cold weather, hunger or thirst, during one of the most bitter winters in the last twenty years. The birds were everywhere, and among the chilling landscape of frozen playgrounds. This post explores the shadows of our winter past, so that we may shed them in favor of the spring...

It isn't just the crow's size or its air as God's lieutenant; it's not only that it boasts size and sheen. It's the bird's warrior way, its braggart confidence, its manner of issuing orders without hesitation in a voice imperative enough to be heard on the next block, insisting before the sun is fully up that everything living ought to arise, fit for the battle, or...

Part 2 of the insightful Crow Conglomerate editorial."The other day I was having lunch with an important crow in the parkâ€”me sipping from a drinking fountain while he ate peanuts taken from a squirrel. In between sharp downward raps of his bill on the peanut shell to poke it open, he drew me out with seemingly artless questions. Sometimes the wind would push the shell to...

Lately, Iâ€™ve been working for the crows, and so far itâ€™s the best job I ever had. I fell into it by a combination of preparedness and luck. Iâ€™d been casting around a bit, looking for a new direction in my career, and one afternoon when I was out on my walk I happened to see some crows fly by. One of them landed on a...

Just about every morning, I sit at my desk with a cup of black coffee waiting for the pair of hooded crows living on my roof to swoop down and entertain me. It is a ritual that, for me, is vital to the success of the day's inspiration....